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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242840 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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The Muggle Prime Minister never ceased to amaze Minister Dolores Umbridge. It was a shame that he wasn’t a wizard, she thought as she watched him take a sip of tea. The man was cunning and ruthless--he would have done well in Slytherin. He seemed unconcerned that an unknown number of contagious Inferi remained at large, and he was already processing the fact that Voldemort was dead.
The Muggle Prime Minister was very happy for his part. He knew the Witch thought non-magicals to be lesser beings, and frankly, he agreed. What he wouldn’t give to possess such power himself! He was all too willing to have aligned himself with Dolores. Their goals weren’t so different after all--it was only fitting that a superior breed of humans should sit atop the natural order.
And Minister Umbridge clearly understood who among the non-magicals were the most superior. She hadn’t given a second thought to using magic to help the Prime Minister’s party steal the General Election back in May. She had been all too happy to sway the election in favour of the party which best represented the non-magical elite of Britain.
That was the loophole in the magical rules which governed the magic that protected the British non-magical public from political exploitation by Wizards. And it was the PM himself who had helped Minister Umbridge discover the secrets of the magic.
It turned out that the magic of the Stone of Destiny’s protections only prevented wizards from ruling Britain directly, through the Institution of the Crown. As he and the Minister of Magic had learned together, the magic did not protect the electoral process from being manipulated by wizards to favour one group of muggles over another.
He chuckled as he recalled the stunned reactions from some sectors of the press, which had been predicting a much closer election, giving the other parties a chance to form a new governing coalition.
Instead, The PM’s party had “won” outright, remaining in power. And now his government stood poised to begin selling off huge chunks of the Public Sector to private interests at bargain rates. He and Minister Umbridge could begin to set in motion their plan to bring Order to Britain, keep the Lessers in their proper place, and eliminate the Undesirables--as soon as she had dealt with the meddlesome Headmaster of the most prestigious educational institute in Britain.
Still chuckling, the PM reached into his desk and pulled out a bottle of brandy.
“Well, Minister Umbridge,” said the PM as he added a dollop of brandy to his tea and stirred it in, “I know it is still early in the day, but it would appear that this is a momentous occasion. I don’t doubt that the death of Voldemort on the doorstep of Hogwarts shall play into our hands nicely indeed.”

~o0o~

Dumbledore returned to Number 12 with Harry and Hermione via the floo from the fireplace of a wizard pub owned by an Order Member in a village in the Lake District. Harry brushed the soot and ash from his clothes with a cough when he arrived in his own hearth.
“I am sorry that I cannot stay and celebrate, but must return to Hogwarts,” said the Headmaster. “But before I depart, I need to inform you of the latest developments.”
The tip of Hermione’s bushy tail flicked, and her furry ears twitched in curiosity. She peered questioningly at Dumbledore’s grave features. Harry shared Hermione’s querying expression. The Headmaster reached into his robes and retrieved the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, passing it to Harry.
“This is an important reminder, that although Tom Riddle is utterly dead, we are not yet out of the woods. The Minister has launched an investigation into the recent events at Hogwarts, and we shall all be under intense scrutiny.”
“An investigation?” Hermione squeaked as she skimmed the top article. Harry shook his head and sighed in resignation. “What on earth is there to ‘investigate’?” asked Hermione.
“She’ll take any bloody opportunity,” Harry groaned. “She’s probably trying to work out a way to make us look bad for killing Riddle.”
“Indeed,” Dumbledore gazed at his two students. “She will no doubt draw this out a bit and focus the investigation on me for the time-being. Your critical roles in turning the battle to our favour, and making it possible to defeat Voldemort are still unknown to the public,”
“It will likely be necessary to reveal your part in things eventually, but I believe it ought to remain a secret for now, lest the minister should seek to use this as a legal excuse to detain you for ‘questioning.’ ”
Harry looked thoughtful for a moment as he considered the news, then he nodded.
“Yes Sir! That makes sense...” Harry began, “I was wondering though--our relatives--they must be going mental after being stuck here for months--looking at the same walls all the time, not being able to go outside. I... I was thinking of sending them somewhere else for a bit. D’you think it would be safe if I sent them out of the country?”
Dumbledore’s brows furrowed and he stroked his beard as he thought silently for a moment. Finally he seemed to reach a conclusion.
“Yes... I do think that would be a wise course of action Harry. Notify me when your families have decided where to go, and I shall facilitate the arrangements for leaving the country. I believe the window of opportunity before the Minister turns her attention back to you is narrow though,”
“When the Minister does set her sights back upon you, she will no doubt already be at the point of locking down all avenues of departure and monitoring Floo travel in Britain. So decisions should be made swiftly.”

~o0o~

Tears of happiness streamed down Jean’s cheeks as she embraced Hermione and her son-in-law. She was thrilled that the monster who had been the root cause of all of Harry's suffering would never again walk the earth, nor be able to hurt another soul.
Everyone who had been waiting patiently for their return since early morning gave Harry and Hermione a hug, including Madam Bones and Mad Eye Moody. To Harry’s shock, even Petunia tearfully pulled him into a tight embrace.
The years fell away and the memory flooded into Petunia’s mind. So long ago... back before college, before Lily had received her Hogwarts letter, before the Headmaster’s reply to Petunia’s own letter explaining why she couldn’t go to Hogwarts too, before even that Snape boy.
Petunia was small again, maybe 6 or 7 years old. Petunia wasn't certain. But she could finally see clearly the one last perfect day before the magic, the day before Petunia's fear and jealousy had come between them and driven them apart. Petunia remembered her younger sister--her best friend Lily.
“Th...thank goodness you’re alright Harry,” Petunia sobbed. “And... and thank you--thank you so much for ridding the world of Lily’s murderer... I miss her so much.”
“Well, it was really all of us,” Harry gasped for air. “Dumbledore’s the one who did him in at Hogwarts, and if it weren’t for Hermione--it just wouldn’t have been possible at all.”
Petunia wept even louder and threw her arms around Hermione, startling the unprepared young cat-witch. For the first time in her life, Hermione was on the receiving end of a hug as bone-crushing as one of her own, or Hagrid’s. Hermione’s furry tail and ears quivered awkwardly, and her own eyes filled with tears.
After a few moments, Hermione’s Auntie Joanne passed baby David to Jean, and put her own arms around Petunia, allowing Hermione to escape.
“There, there dear,” said Joanne kindly as she held the sobbing woman in her arms. “Let it all out...”
“I’ll make some tea then,” Abby Brixton offered, pointing her wand at the kettle.
“And you two must be famished. You haven’t eaten yet today,” Hermione’s mother said to Harry and Hermione as she rooted in the pantry’s magical cold-box. “Why don’t we all have an early Tea? Bangers and mash alright dears?”
“Oh... er, yes please,” Harry replied, suddenly feeling quite hungry. He grinned when he heard Hermione’s tummy give a little growl. Hermione gave Harry a little shove and blushed.
“None for me, thanks, Jean,” said Moody, looking pointedly at Amelia Bones “I’ve got to be gettin’ on with things. Gotta talk to Dumbledore...”
“Oh... er, yes, indeed!” Madam Bones added, “I’ll come with you Alastor. I ought to speak with Albus as well.”
After Mad Eye Moody and Madam Bones left, Hermione and Harry chatted and played videogames in the parlour with Susan and Dudley until Tea was ready.
“I suppose Auntie and I don’t really need to stay any more,” Susan beamed as her thumbs mashed away at the buttons on the videogame controller. “We’ll probably leave tomorrow. Thanks loads for letting us stay here Harry. It’ll be nice to see Mum and Dad again for a bit before school starts though--they’ll be thrilled to see us both.”
“You’re welcome Susan. Any time...” Harry swallowed, reddening, not sure what else to say. He was just happy that Voldemort hadn’t had the opportunity to kill off any more members of the Bones family. Hermione gave Harry’s hand a comforting squeeze and curled her tail around him.
Dudley seemed quiet. He wasn’t shouting at the pixels on the screen in front of him as he usually did when playing his games. Harry thought he knew what was wrong with his cousin.
“You alright Dudley?”
“Wha... oh, I suppose,” Dudley mumbled.
Harry was just about to press Dudley to open up a bit when Abby poked her head in the parlour and told the teens that Tea was ready. When the piles of bangers and mash had been demolished Harry knew the moment had arrived. Everyone was still seated, either sipping a drink or leaning back looking full.
Harry swallowed nervously and glanced at his wife before turning back to face the small gathering. Hermione’s furry ears flicked and she squeezed Harry’s hand sympathetically. Harry cleared his throat
“We... I’ve been thinking,” began Harry, peering at Hermione’s mother and auntie, and at Petunia, “well... Tom Riddle--Voldemort--he’s gone for good. But the Minister--she’s still after me and Hermione. I... I don’t really know for certain if she’s more inclined to obsess about chasing after family as Tom Riddle was or not...”
“But I know it must be maddening for you to still be cooped up here after so many months, and I was thinking you might all like a... er... long holiday of sorts.”
“I... I can afford to send you--all of you--anywhere in the world you want to go. I think you.... er.... should be safe out of the country. You can all go somewhere nice if you want. Anywhere--I mean it...”

~o0o~

Harry and Hermione undressed and climbed into bed, pulling the covers over themselves. They didn’t bother with nightclothes, as the sensation of being at home again in their own bed, with their own silk sheets against their bare skin felt nice.
“Well that was easier than I thought it would be,” Harry said with a smile as Hermione snuggled into the crook of his shoulder, purring.
Harry picked up the book on the nightstand next to their bed with one hand while he stroked Hermione’s bushy head with the other. He sighed contentedly
“You were right Harry,” Hermione murmured, “Nobody likes to be stuck in one place for too long without being able to come and go as they please.”
“I was really surprised though,” Harry shook his head in amazement. “I can’t believe that they all wanted to stay together when they go to Canada. I didn’t think Petunia got on with your mum and auntie...”
“I’m as shocked as you are,” Hermione giggled, kneading Harry’s bare chest with one of her hands. “I... I think they’ve all just got used to each other--and nobody wants to be alone again.”
“I’m glad that Abby Brixton said she’ll stay on with them too,” Harry continued. “I feel loads better knowing that they’ll still have a wizard looking after them! D’you think they’ll like Canada? I thought they’d want to go to a tropical island, or somewhere exotic...”
“Well, it’s possible that they’re going to be gone from the UK for a while, so it makes sense for them to want to be somewhere that still feels a bit familiar,” responded Hermione. “Dudley will be able to go to school there until...”
Hermione paused, feeling a lump in her throat. Sensing her sadness, Harry kissed Hermione's forehead.
“I know Hermione,” whispered Harry. “I’ll miss them too. But we’ll get through this and deal with the Minister--they’ll all come home again one day...”
“Are you sure Harry?” Hermione’s eyes brimmed with tears. “What if Minister Umbridge hangs on to power and Britain just gets worse?”
“Do... do you want to leave as well?” Harry asked sincerely. “We can both quit Hogwarts and go to Canada too if you’d like. I’ll just be happy being with you--wherever you go, I'm going too. And we can invite the rest of the Coven to come with us...”
Hermione shook her bushy head without hesitation.
“No...” Hermione sighed, “I know that we’re needed here Harry--we have to help the Order stop the Minister from turning Britain into a Nightmare. This is our Home. And besides, it’s not fair to ask everyone else to leave their families behind.”
“Good,” returned Harry softly. He cupped Hermione’s chin with his fingers and leaned his head forward to kiss her properly on the lips. “I would go wherever you want to go Hermione--I’d go to the ends of the Earth for you. But I’m really glad that you want to stay and fight, because I do too!”
Hermione melted as Harry kissed her a second time. When the kiss was finished, Harry smiled again. He lifted the book once more and began to read it aloud to Hermione as she continued to gently knead Harry’s chest. Hermione dozed off, purring happily while she listened to the sound of Harry’s voice as he read to her from The Tales of Beedle the Bard.
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